Are any members here Massage Therapists? And kinky?

You want a true experience ? This is my true story. I posted it some years ago on "Speculum Pages"

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In 1982, I worked with a lady contractor who had just completed her state board for massage therapy. Naturally I was interested and questioned her as to what was involved. At the time, one needed to complete a course of 600 hrs. It was broken down into anatomy and physiology, history, modality, law, colonics and hands-on massage. At once I was interested. Just the thought of massaging women (and getting paid to do it) held great appeal. When she told me that there was 50 hours of colonic therapy also, I nearly fell through the floor. Giving someone an enema? Oh come on...This was just to much. The school was quite a distance away and I didn't want to quite my day time job. She then told me of a massage school that was just beginning. If I was interested she would find out who was starting it. I was the first person to enroll in the ‘********* Center School of Massage’. The lady that started it was an older retired nurse and very thorough. As it turned out, it became one of the premier schools of its kind in the southeast. She had night classes five nights a week for six months. Each evening was four hours long. The first two hours were academia and the last two hours massage. One hour you'd give and one hour you'd receive. We had twelve students in that first class, ten girls and two guys. We really did learn a lot and had fun in the process. No, there wasn't any hanky panky going on. Strangely, one became accustomed to the sight of almost bare flesh pretty quickly. Bathing suits were worn, at least in the beginning, but halfway through the course these were discarded and towels were draped appropriately over the more delicate areas. I must confess that I looked forward to the second half of the class. I enjoyed giving the massage almost as much as receiving one. The lights were dimmed and nature sounds were usually played in the background. You'd think that the gentle caresses of the ladies would be the ultimate. I actually looked forward to the other guy that was in the class. He had hands like ball gloves. Strong but gentle. After you got off the table you felt like a rag doll. The fifty hours of colonic therapy were at the end of the course. By now we all knew each other quite well. I still wasn't quite prepared for the actual ‘hands on’ part of this course. Audrey, the instructor/director, divided us into two groups. Six were in one class and six in the other. I was relieved and mortified that our class would consist of five girls and me! After much instruction about contra-indications and proper temperatures and such, the BIG day came. I was sure Audrey was going to choose me to be the sacrificial lamb. Imagine for a moment having just been told that you were about to be given an enema with five lovely members of the opposite sex watching. Few words can express my feelings at that moment, somewhere between sheer terror and blissful exhilaration. Audrey herded my group of six into the colonic therapy room. My heart was pounding. I was certain it was audible. I blush easily and knew this added to the pleasure Audrey was enjoying at my expense. "OK class, who would like to volunteer to be our first patient?" Audrey was having a ‘hey day’. I could see her eyeing each ‘offering’ with the enthusiasm of a sadistic drill sergeant. I knew I'd be the first chosen but to my surprise ‘Eddy’ was the ‘chosen one’. Eddy was a lovely young lady perhaps in her late twenties. Her passion was sports and I had went to watch her play soccer on occasion. She had the body of a......well, err...suffice it to say she was healthy. "Vic, help Eddy prepare for her session" came the words from our beloved Audrey. My mind swirled at this point. I had to act ‘cool’ and ‘detached’, nearly an impossible task for a boy who was at this moment living out his ultimate sexual fantasy. Innocence was not a word in Audrey's language. She had been a nurse for nearly thirty years and was jaded to the normal conventions of modesty. I helped Eddy remove her clothing and gallantly held her hand as she stepped on a stool to ascend the padded black colonic table. Diapering or draping is the terms used to cover the appropriate parts of the anatomy. She lay on her back and I draped a white towel over Eddy's hips and breasts. Eddy, to my dismay, seemed to be rather enjoying all this attention. Knowing the cadence of this procedure, I preceded to instruct Eddy to lie on her left side with her right knee brought up to her chest. This being the ‘Sims’ position and used for rectal examinations and enemas. My first duty was to look for contra-indications or potential problems in the rectum and anal area. I carefully rolled a finger cot over my index finger. I then squeezed out a liberal amount of KY jelly on a tissue that sat next to Eddy on the table. The BIG moment was fast approaching. I carefully made sure that I carefully faced the table to ensure that any signs of my obvious arousal was not noticed by my audience. I knew the routine. Gently I lifted the corner of the white towel and folded it over the front of Eddy’s smooth round hips. Her buttocks were firm and muscular. The speculum was already attached to the "Toxigen" colonic appliance. I carefully lifted and separated the folds of Eddy lovely cheeks, exposing the intimate flower of her womanhood. Her rectum was pinkish brown and very delicate looking. I ran my cotted finger through the KY until it was dripping. I pressed lightly on Eddy's back door and asked meekly if she was ready. "Go ahead, I'm fine", came her bold reply. I pressed harder, easily entering into the depths of her privacy. Her rectal muscles involuntarily contracted as I entered her back door and spasmed briefly. Only a guttural ‘ooh!’ came from her lips. I was keenly aware that five pairs of eyes were watching my every move. I tried not to look at my patient but instead look straight ahead, using tactical probing to feel for direction and contra-indications. I announced to the class "she feels fine", eliciting a mirth of laughter much to my embarrassment. I would have much preferred to continue this examination for a lengthier time but felt compelled to withdraw my index finger and begin the actual colonic irrigation. I deftly removed the cot and disposed of it in a tissue. Washing my hands in the nearby sink assured the patient of my cleanliness. I then put on a latex gloves and coated the white plastic speculum with the remaining KY from the tissue. Again I asked with a false confidence, "Are you ready, Eddy?" Again more guffaws from the appreciative audience. The speculum is intimidatingly large, but must be for the purpose for which it was designed. I pressed the tip of it against Eddy's rose bud and pushed. There was immediate resistance. "Are you ok, Eddy?" I asked. "Yes, Victor, I'm fine....maybe I'm a little nervous" she said. I thought to myself "Gee, about time". I found this a bit humorous but I kept a straight face. I pushed the nozzle forward a little harder and felt less resistance. The first inch of the speculum disappeared into it's warm domain. Everyone must have heard Eddy's quick gasp. She inhaled and stopped breathing. I assured her that everything was going smoothly and for her to take quick shallow breath's. I was now feeling more confident and slide the remaining portion of the device home. Eddy was still in the ‘Sims’ position. I instructed her to roll over onto her back. I held her far left shoulder with my left hand and my right was on he hip. I pulled and she rolled onto her back into the correct position. The towel was diapered appropriately over her femininity. I brought her knees up and fastened the sheet she was lying on around her feet. This was to help her retain this position and afford her the ability to relax her legs and not have them slipping forward. The small ‘input’ hose and larger ‘output’ hose lay between her legs and a snaked off the table, down and over to the "Toxigen" apparatus. I brought the temperature to 102 degrees and closed the output valve. I opened the input lever and the warm water began to fill the hose. The weight of the water caused the hose to hang heavily. As the warmth of the water entered Eddy, her expression changed. Her eyes closed and she opened her mouth a bit wider. I watched her toes curl and her fingers gripped the sides of the table. "Ok, ok, that's enough!" she said. I had already stopped the flow but she wasn't aware of any action on my part. In a moment she breathed a little easier and said that she was "ok now" and that we could continue. I opened the valve to administer more water. The pressure gauge was beginning to rise proportionally. "Would you like to void now Eddy?" I said hesitantly. I was sure she had great reservations about emptying her bowels in the presence of an audience but when your intestines are filled with a couple of quarts of warm water, they have a mind of their own. Eddy's tummy was distended to the point she looked seven months pregnant. The large clear output hose, now began to pulsate rhythmically, indicating peristalsis. Last night’s dinner passed down through the clear hose and into the colonic machine. A clear glass tube, back-lit and illuminated by a florescent light offered the audience a visual display of plaque, mucus, fecal material, various bits of undigested food, before entering the waste disposal end of the machine. After a eight or ten emptying's and fillings, the water ran clear. Eddy's first colonic irrigation was nearly finished. I helped her to raise her hips and with my right hand, reached under the towel and gripped the speculum firmly. With little resistance the speculum slid out from its warm nest. I removed a half a dozen tissues from the box next to the table and wadded them into a ball and pressed them into the area where the nozzle had just been. Eddy reached back to hold this in place and I helped her swing her legs off the table. Again I held her hand and assisted her off the table. It was apparent that holding the wad of tissues with one hand and trying to grasp two towels with the other was not going to work. Coming to Eddy’s rescue was nurse Audrey. She pinned the towel around her breasts while Eddy struggled to hold on to her dignity. Immediately, it was obvious that there was further business to take care of and a quick exit to the potty was in order. Accolades of praise came from Audrey which intensified my great sense of relief from this epic moment in my unusually usual life. The first evening of ‘hands on colon therapy’ was complete. What ran through the minds of the remaining students, I can't say, but for ‘yours truly’ it was a sleepless night. For what it is worth, this story is a true account of my studies to become a CT.